If you don't care, you must ask the weaver girl to get the golden shuttle.
Begging every year is clever with the world, but there are many clever ways.
Tanabata (Tang) Quan Deyu
Today, it is clear that the clouds have crossed the magpie bridge, which should not be in the same strain, a distance.
My family likes to wear makeup mirrors and needles on the ninth night of the next month.
Tanabata (Tang) Xu Ning
Magpie Bridge is vast, and a thousand sounds of Yu Pei pass Lingling.
There are still people who have been away for many years. Instead of tinkering with rivers and lakes, it is better to look up at the stars.
Queqiaoxian (Song) piano hall
Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread grievances, and yinhan sneaked into Chen Cang.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge!
If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time!
Tanabata drunken answer (Ming) Tang Xianzu 4 celebrity humor 4 classic love stories 4 riddles 4 famous couplets
Jade Hall blooms in spring, and the new words sing "Peony Pavilion".
Sadly, no one will pat the whole body and teach Xiaoling by pinching tan marks.
Han Zhuang Zha Zhou Zhong Qixi (Qing) Medical Instrument
Mulan paddles the lotus country, and the hall is cool at night.
There is water outside the smoke. Outside the Liusi Lake, the mountain eyebrows are green and yellow.
Mai po Tang yuan yi Shi [Jin]
Ask the world, what is love, teaching life and death?
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow?
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
Centuries will last forever, singing, drinking and visiting Qiu Yan in order to leave it to poets.
Li Bai of Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects sing by the golden well,
Thin frost shines on my cold mat like a small mirror, and tall lanterns flicker; My desire is getting deeper and deeper,
I lifted the curtain, sighed and stared at the moon, which rose from the clouds like a flower.
Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water.
Heaven and earth are far away, can I dream over the portal and over the mountains? .
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
The sun is full of lust, and the moon is bright and sleepless.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
I miss you in a distant place, outside the blue sky,
My eyes used to shine, but now they are the source of tears.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
Spring thinking Li Bai
The grass in your north is as blue as jade, and the mulberries here are bent into green branches.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
Resentment Li Bai
How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her forehead is! .
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much?
Su Muzhe (Fan Zhongyan in Northern Song Dynasty)
Blue sky, yellow leaf land
The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.
The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water.
The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel.
Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep.
High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Queqiaoxian (Qin Guan in Northern Song Dynasty)
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it a matter of time?
Huanxisha (Yan Shu in Northern Song Dynasty)
A new word, a glass of wine,
Last year, the weather was very old.
When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do. Flowers fall,
Deja vu, Yan returns,
A small round fragrant road wandering alone.
Dead Hua Lian (Song Ouyang Xiu)
How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
In March, the rain and wind are crazy, and the door is covered with dusk, so I don't plan to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Anonymous (Chinese)
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
Touch your hand and make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
The river is clear and shallow, with many differences.
Between water and water, there are no words.
Li Bai, an old cadre
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Qiantang, both young and happy. Fourteen-year-old, your wife, too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls. But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower. Then when I was sixteen, you left, Qutang.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky. Every old footprint in front of the door is hidden under green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves. Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade. Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Chunjiang mosaic moon Zhang Xuruo
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
Zhang Jiuling, full moon Philip Burkart one.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Changshangyin
The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Golden Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Untitled Li shangyin
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. Not far from her charming mountain, oh, bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Xiangsi Wang Wei
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Cui Hao changganhang
Tell me, where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? . Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town. ..
My home is near Jiujiang, often near Jiujiang. You and me, we were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! It's a pity that we have never met.
Jiangnan etiquette
Since I married a Qutang businessman, he has not kept his promise every day.
If I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river.
Wang Changling, in my heart forever
A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone.
Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.
Farewell to Du Mu
Thirteen years have passed, cardamom in early February.
In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
Autumn Xi Du Mu
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Spring's resentment against Jin Changxu
The resentment of spring drove away the orioles in the trees and all their music.
They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp.
Meng Jiao, a fierce female fuck
The branches and leaves of the male martial arts spread for the rest of my life, and two pairs of mandarin ducks and waterfowl died together.
If a sincere girl only loves her husband in her life, she will live faithfully like them.
What kind of stormy waves can annoy a soul like water in an eternal well? .
Li Siyuan town
Once upon a time, it was hard for the sea to last forever, amber forever.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Pipa player's song
Xunyan Jiangtou night in Fujian, maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Guan Yingying's ass was slippery when she spoke, and we heard a stream sobbing painfully on the beach.
By checking its cold touch, this string seems to be broken, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. ... when she slowly put the pick back into the string, she stood up, adjusted her clothes, and was serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.